Ruomahl/Rowan
Rowan next question ought to be what exactly she meant by an all-permeating substance. Did she mean it was something like Aether, a higher substance that formed creation? What did this have to do with magical mailboxes? That question couldn't come, though, because she was getting mighty suspect. Best to change the subject entirely, and forget any of this ever happened, and find out more about this crap from some dusty tome.
"Oh...uh...Let's get to making that, then," Ruomahl. "You can never make enough food. Now, there was a story about a friend of mine, who would always be in the kitchen when she was a girl. When she got over, it was a great dream of hers to become a chef, so she still was always in the kitchen. One day I was to test a bit of her food, as a friend, but there also was a man there who we did not know. Now, for some reason or another, reasons, this wasn't a shock. Whatever, whatever. He tasted her food, and it was delicious, and he wanted to have her as her cook. Can you believe that? I did, which is precisely why I didn't. Well, I didn't like that he thought it proper to leave me, me, in the dust, so I showed him when I punched him in the face, and I never saw that fool again. Good riddance, trying to steal my chef."
It was only afterwards that Rowan realized that while this technically changed the subject, it was unlikely to help him in any way whatsoever. By that, he meant it would hurt him in every way.